New OR Book – Beginning Meditation
Health, OR and Odinism, Poetry & Prose
This small book was created to help the Odinist begin and enjoy the mental benefits of meditation. Not only for the beginner but those looking to develop and improve their practice. It is written in a very straightforward and easily accessible…
The Rite
OR and Odinism, Poetry & Proseby Arinbjorn OR
I feel It rising within me
The Churning Fire flows
Like waves on an endless ocean
The Fylfot turns, the Wheel rolls
And the Millstone grinds
I draw it forth and push it out
It is my ink and I will paint the
World with…
Odinic Rite Poetry Competition Results 2266 / 2016ce
Poetry & ProseIn the autumn of last year, the first Odinic Rite poetry competition was opened for entries and submissions were sent in after members and friends of the OR read about it on this website.
Submissions were carefully managed by competition…
Creation – A tribute to Hervor OR
OR and Odinism, Poetry & ProseBy Aeswyn OR
First published in OR Briefing 224 following the departure of Hervor OR from this realm.
I was deeply saddened to learn of the passing of Hervor and have said that she was an inspiration to me. I now feel that I need to take that statement further to quantify that remark.
Outpouring of the Folk Soul
Poetry & Prose By Redwald OR
The following verse came forth unexpectedly and quickly. It was written down faster than I could mentally process it, but upon reading it back I realise it is about a number of things; my recent consideration of meditation; a song which was written by my good friend Lee J, ‘Lost Between the Lines’; my constant frustration with the social constraints I endure daily but one day hope to see an end to and a desperate desire to encourage others of my folk to tune into their folk-soul and rediscover who they really are.
Rune Song
Poetry & Prose, RunesBy Kris N AOR
Fehu is wealth in family
Uruz, primal energy
And Thrizaz is the strength within thee
Ansuz breathes Odin’s words
Wyrd
Poetry & ProseBy Dominic H AOR
Of Words and deeds like pebbles thrown
Into the deep clear lake of time
Their ripples touch our thoughts and hopes
And weave their subtle rhyme
Comparison between the Sleeping Beauty tale and some Norse myths
Deities & Lore, Poetry & ProseBy Hariulf OR
As many of you know, there is much wisdom in fairy tales. We find preserved in children's literature traces of old Indo-European myths. This is particularly true in The Brothers Grimm's fairy tales. Wilhelm Grimm said himself: "the elements found in all fairy-tales are like fragments of a broken stone that we have scattered on the floor, amid the grass and flowers: only the most piercing eyes can discover them. Their meaning is long lost, but we feel it again and this is what gives the tale its value. "
John Barleycorn Must Die
Deities & Lore, Poetry & ProseBy Reginhard OR
John Barleycorn is a character in English folksong and is a personification of barley and more importantly of the beer made from it. In the song he is subjected to a number of assaults which correspond to the harvest milling and brewing of beer. John Barleycorn encounters great suffering and death so that others may benefit.
The Great Theft – Part 3
Odinism, Poetry & ProseBy Wayne W AOR
Part 1
Part 2
The sky outside the window had darkened, and the snow was falling quickly now. The Old Man stood again and looked out the window. He could see no sign of his family, and the tree line just a few hundred feet…
The Great Theft – Part 2
Odinism, Poetry & ProseBy Wayne W AOR
The sky outside the window hard darkened, and the snow was falling quickly now. The Old Man stood again and looked out the window. He could see no sign of his family, and the tree line just a few hundred feet away was barely visible through the falling snow. Far off he thought he heard the sound of thunder. Thunder!
The Great Theft – Part 1
Odinism, Poetry & ProseBy Wayne W AOR
The Old Man sat by the fire, the warmth easing the pains of aching bones. In the other room the voices were hushed, trying not to disturb him. He was old and deep down he knew his time was near, a year or so was perhaps all he had left. It was not something he feared, or dreaded; he had lived a good life, lived to see his children grow true and strong, lived to see them have fine children of their own.